Deceiver

Summary:
Leaving behind everything that matters to her, she heads off to her own personnal hell to protect the ones she loves... After being blackmailed by the Volturi to join them, Bella and her coven go to Italy, breaking many people's hearts. While the others mourn, they fight to escape their jail. And when the do, what will they find in the world they left behind? Banner by Iris!

Notes:
Third installment of the Untruthful Series. I suggest you read the others first. All charecters except Becka, Aaron, Alex, KJ and Jasmine belong to Stephenie Meyers.

25. Chapter 25

I was in my own little heaven on this deceptive earth. I managed to forget all of my prominent issues as I sat next to Edward, wrapped in his icy arms. I leaned against his chest, watching the movie on the huge TV that belonged solely to Emmett.

“Why are we watching this again? It’s so off,” Rosalie muttered as vampire came out of coffins in hidden chambers. We were watching an old vampire movie; something Emmett said would cheer us all up.

“But it’s so funny! I mean, this is what people actually think we are. It’s so stereotypical,” Aaron laughed. Becka threw a pillow at him, and I laughed too.

“Wow Aaron, a word with more than three syllables. I’m really impressed,” I said, my voice mocking. He threw a pillow at me, and I just deflected it by making a shield.

“Cheater,” he muttered. I beamed at him.

Edward chuckled. “Where’s the Bella that always went by the rules?” he murmured into my hair, though I knew he was teasing me.

I shrugged, a wicked smile growing on my face. “Oh, she learned that money is something she could get by cheating her brothers off to go into her car fund.”

“Car fund?” Edward said, impressed. “I thought you loved your old truck. You would never let me get you anything back in Forks.” I laughed, remembering how he always tried to convince me to let him get me a nice sports car.

“I can’t exactly go back to Forks,” I said, sobering. “I mean, I’m supposed to be dead, lost somewhere in the Rocky Mountains along with the rest of the people on that flight.” A small amount of sadness crept into my voice as I remembered the human family I would never see again.

Edward pulled me to him tightly. I noticed Becka and the others also had a sad look on their face in memory of the life they finally gave up, over a year after it had really ended.

I leaned into Edward more, accidentally sending out a shield into the ground. It had become a second nature to do this when I moved, and I was always aware of everything around me now.

“Damn it!” I growled sharply, leaping up and dragging Edward with me. “Why can’t they just leave us alone?”

“Who is it Bella?” Esme asked, coming into the room quickly at the sound of my outburst. I had explained to her and the rest of the Cullens the full extent of my powers, so they knew that I could tell what was going to happen before anything got close.

“The Volturi,” I spat. “I thought they were still in Europe! Why are they coming back now?” I shook my head angrily. I just wanted them to leave the Cullens alone. “I mean, they can take me, and I’ll just get away again. But if they take you guys…”

Edward wrapped his arms around me. “We won’t let anything bad happen, okay? We can take care of ourselves as well Bella. We’re not total weaklings like you seem to think we are.”

“Well,” Becka said slowly, obviously taking into account that they were compared to us. “You can’t do it to the same level we can, and we can barely support ourselves it seems lately!”

Alex, Aaron and I all rolled our eyes. “I would assume that’s because we don’t have a job, Becka,” Aaron said carefully. I bit my lip, nodding slowly.

“You know you don’t have to worry about that, right? I mean, we can help out there,” Edward said, pursing his lips. I knew it annoyed him to no end that I wouldn’t accept any gifts or money from him.

Becka smiled. “Thanks. Now that we don’t have KJ helping us out, we’re a little short on money. But we’ll pay you back, I promise,” Becka said gratefully.

“Or you could sell your car. I’m sure you would get a lot if you sold all three of yours,” I said innocently to my siblings. They all glared at me in outrage.

“I…am not…selling…my thunderbird,” Becka stormed. I had never seen her this angry before. She must really love her car. More than she loved any of us at least.

“Okay, fine,” I said, putting my hands up. “But I suggest we go now. They’re getting closer.” I gestured towards the door, where the Volturi would most likely come in.